You have beautifully captured the essence of that to which I am alluding in my "wise-guy" point of view in "I'm Dreaming of a Pink Christmas". We all want to capture such scenes from our youth.... whether or not they actually occurred.

Christmas a time of good will and to get together with neigbors and relatives. The smell of the pine branches too decorating the house. I always did love Christmas and always remember too that Jesus is the Reason for the Season. This write is a happy joyful one and I am glad I got into it now. Always can abide a Christmas Story at any time of the year.

Hallelujah, Indeed! And how I miss those wondrous, old fashioned, extremely meaningful, Christmas celebrations today.

Reviewed by Malcolm Watts

12/2/2007

Jasmin. I once spent Christmas in the mountaintop village of Grindlewald Switzerland with the woman who would later become my wife. Your poem reminds me of that wonderfulk Christmas. Lovely piece. Malcolm Watts

The memories of Christmas past always make my heart light. Oh, to go back and re-live those days, even for just a moment or two, would be sheer ecstacy. Thankfully, their imprinted in my mind and heart - especially mid-night Mass.